I have never kept up a blog before.  I had blogstream and something else.  I hope I can keep this up.  I even had myspace which I personally cannot stand.  Talk about a meat market. I am basically a loner.

My mother is writing a book and the story revolves around this old painting.  I think I finally have it in my head today how to do it.  I see it in my mind and I cannot wait to start it.  Right now I am using charcoal or pastels.  It won't be a painting but hopefully it'll motivate her to actually work on it.  She has started this book so many times.

Untitled a poem by Faith

I walk in darkness
Strangers at my side
I am a second class citizen
In this highway of  madness.

My canvas is empty.
I have no more life
I live in no emotion.
Repetitive life.

It raings on my boredom.
Gray skies cloud my eyes.
Thrown into this mix I sink,
Waving my arms, no rescue.
Bitter teeth bite my feet
Spriraling out of control.

I squirm on the end of a hook.
My skin bleed regret each day.
Inspiration doesn't come.
Life melts away
Until there is nothing left.
The artist fades
Free from her strangers.